Nepeta Leijon

a closed roleplay blog for homestuck wars

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How Fur We’ve Come

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Nepeta furrowed her brow in confusion, trying to follow what her former master was saying about the force and his age, nodding wisely the whole time. Most of what he spoke about the force went right over her head, which left her in the unfortunate position of either having to pretend she understood what he said or changing the topic. She opted for the latter, since the first option would always lead to more preaching on the topic. She waved her had nonchalantly, rolling her eyes and replied, “Yes, yes, whatever you say about the force, you are still a grumpy old bear to me.” Nepeta stifled a laugh behind her hand, knowing the bear comment would probably send him off on another tangent, though she wasn’t sure what route he would go with this time, but she thought it would either be respecting one’s elders or taming the beast.

Her gaze flickered down as the movement by his feet caught her attention, where the small white cat whom she lovingly referred to as Khotet Junior, not that she would ever call him that in front of her former master, was rubbing against his legs. She smiled, watching as the cat all but disappeared in the albino Wookiees’ lap, easily blending in with the matching fur. Nepeta grinned happily, taking Khotet’s comment of being a prime hunter as a compliment. “Sometimes you just have to go on the purrowl.” She replied, chuckling to herself.  It had been many years since she was small enough to effectively hide by clinging to his back. She had done it all the time as a jedi youngling, feeling safe and protected nestled in his fur. It was also why she hadn’t been able to flee to safety with the rest of his pupil when the group was corned by a group of Yuuzhan Vong during the war.  

While, many of those early memories were fuzzy and faded around the edges, she remembered the ambush in perfect clarity. Nepeta owed her life to Khotet, though he saw things in quite the opposite way, even going so far as to swear a life debt. She did owe her life to him though, in more ways than just that moment. Khotet was the reason she returned to the Jedi Order after her parents reclaimed her when the war was over. He was the reason she was everything she was today. Why she was a Jedi Knight, why she was a kind, iif not also sassy, person. Nepeta owed Khotet more than just her life, she owed him everything. 

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Duel of the Fates.

Disabling the security to the base Eridan awaited the girl he knew was coming, he had already accomplished his mission. Sure it was probably wasteful but he had used terror to give the Moff an excuse to annex this system and finished his bonus objective slipping into this old separatist factory and finding the plans for their experimental super Driodeka model droid. The Moff was always buying up plans for this old separatist tech. It was weird really, it was just a Droid with a shield generator made able to roll. He supposed if someone could integrate it into armor they would make a cheap blaster proof armor but if they were willing to go that far they really should just invest in Beskar in his opinion. Of course the mineral that composed his armor was rare and expensive, he had to trade in a lot of his father’s old gear in order to obtain it and go into debt to several Hutt’s but it’s nigh immunity to lightsabers proved its worth to itself, especially with the line of work he was in.

He knew who was coming of course, he had tapped into the comm signal they used from the console, it was pretty easy when you half knew what you were doing and the Jedi always used the same antiquated signal. She would be alone, and they would fight, it was the way of her people and one of the things that made her tolerable to him. The girl knew how to fight, she was one of those half fae like Echnai, fighting was in her blood as much as it was in his. Unlike his though her people were not conquerors, they simply wished to fight for expression and viewed heavy armor like his as a hindrance to this communication. Of course they also tended to go for Vibroblades or forcepikes preferring to get up close to an enemy rather than using heavier blasters and equipment like the Mandalorians did and that was a major part of the difference. While the Mando had their honor the Echnai lived for their honor, fights for them seemed to border on a spiritual experience rather than just a physical one, they had also been one of the old republic’s staunchest allies, whereas the Mandalorian clans had supported the Sith more than a few times.

Now came the boring part though, he knew she could feel him it was like a dim awareness in the back of his head that had saved his life several times a battle sense honed beyond compare he could feel the dim awareness of something coming toward him and this factory would be the perfect place for their battle which had crudely been interrupted last time by what seemed to be a walking shag carpet. He enjoyed battle, beyond that even he loved battle and sought it eternally especially against this girl but what he really desired was war. A war beyond compare the stars themselves burning, himself leading troops against her as they dueled in the background. Removing his helmet he took a sharp breath, feeling the cold essence of machines around him, they weren’t alive and didn’t project anything to his senses when he closed his eyes, it was odd. He knew something should be there but it wasn’t, like a void in his intuition. Hopefully though this battle would go better than their last one when some bear had blue balled him, he was absolutely certain she had been enjoying it too and they were about to have a final blow each of them having fought their hardest and having proved themselves an equal to the partner, the fight had been at its climax before she had been ‘rescued.’

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Following the Grand Master’s orders, a team of Jedi had traveled to Tauber with plans to build a monitoring base in the system. While the specifics of the threat were still unknown, Master Skywalker sensed a growing disturbance in the Polith System and wanted a nearby Jedi base constructed for the inevitable conflict. The group had first set up a small operational camp to work out of, trying to act discretely and keep the knowledge of their presence minimal. However, the unknown forces the Grand Master was worried about must have discovered the Jedi in the system. There were multiple reports of widespread chaos and destruction across Tauber. Explosions and gunfire took out entire villages, each time leaving a single survivor to recount the terrifying tale. Some swore it was a man, while other claimed it was a beast for no man could bring such terror. Yet, one thing stood true regardless of the source, the attacker was an imposing mass of heavy plated black armor, raining down fire and bullets from the sky, and was near indestructible, taking hit after hit of any retaliation the people could muster. This modus operandi was one Nepeta instantly recognized, there was only one person she knew who could carelessly take so much human life and some how be a douche about it. 

The Jedi had received communication of someone matching the terrorist description entering an old Separatist factory. Nepeta had been dispatched to deal with the issue, though she was sure her former Master would have heavily objected to the assignment, in part due to the compromising position Khotet had found the pair in when interrupted their last fight. He did not approve of her rivalry with the Mandalorian, especially of the more physical nature of the relationship; however, the albino wookiee was not present to oppose the mission, having already been sent out to deal with another objective at the comm relay. She could never be sure if Eridan intended to flirt with his movements, but their fights tended to quickly get heated. There was something inherently sexual in their battles. The Echani and Mandalorian had a long standing rivalry, both races placed great importance on combat, yet their styles differed greatly. While the Echani excelled in close quarter hand-to-hand combat, the Mandalorian preferred heavy armor and versatile weaponry. Fighting was the language of the Echani, physical movements conveying much more than words ever could.

The whole scenario seemed much to convenient to Nepeta, but she wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to fight with him. She moved quietly, much like a cat on the prowl. Little did she know, this time she was the prey in this game of cat and mouse. She slipped silently into the abandoned factory, taking to the rafter, seeking the high ground and allowing her to get a sense of the layout of the building. Scanning the area, Nepeta found him among the old droids. As much as she wanted to keep what she thought to be an element of surprise, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to make fun of him. “Purrhaps you should keep your helmet on, although I can see why it would be a strategic move on your part to remove it, this way you can blind me with your ugly face.” Nepeta called out before dropping down within striking distance, using the force and bending her legs to soften the impact with the ground. Righting herself, she flashed him a cat like smile and activated her saber claws, the plasma blades casting blue light across the scene. Not giving him anytime to react, she lunged forward, striking out with the claws and aiming for the weaker sections of his armor.  

[[Stamina: 39/40  HP: 32/32]]

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How Fur We’ve Come

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Khotet’s eyes rolled rather hard at Nepeta’s statement, he at least had the table manners of a 12 year old human. The white Wookie huffed slightly at his student muttered something about him not wanting to burn his mouth at his age, he just shook his head slightly. <<By the force child, I am not even that old for my kind…well, I suppose I’m…well that doesn’t really matter, I’m not about to burn my mouth, I’m not so uncivilized.>> He growled slightly lifting the tea up to his lips and sipping on the tea he felt the warmth of the tea. A lesser being would probably have felt hurt by its warmth, however, the Three hundred year old Jedi simply let out a satisfied sigh as he set the tea down, smiling at his student.

As she commented about how she was trying to tell him something, his eyes perked up looking over at his student. As she began to speak about how she was currently with a few individuals his face slid slightly, and when she mentioned that they were not exactly good people either, his eyes narrowed. Soon her voice quivered and the joke was broken. The Jedi master duped by his adopted daughter, truly he wondered where she got her sense of humor from sometimes. The large Wookie crossed his arms giving off a low snort and grumble, his eyes closing as he thought about the matter at hand, scratching his chin slightly actually giving it some thought. 

  <<If…they were to make you happy, Nepeta, I would respect any that would come forth to claim your hand. After all, you are hardly weak of mind or body, surely if someone were to be as nefarious as you claim, I would recon that you’d be one of the few souls in the Galaxy capable of taming such a heart.>> The words rang out in Nepeta’s mind as Khotet gave a small nod of approval his beads clacking together slightly as he did so, his eyes closing as he thought of the matter at hand, <<I would of course…like to meet any partners that you might actually try to settle down with, I’m not getting any younger.>> He said jokingly, the Wookie gave a slight roar of laughter, holding his stomach slightly, he was to funny sometimes. He knew Nepeta’s life was far too busy for anything stable, and he wouldn’t force her to marry just so that he might end up with some grandchildren eventually.

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Nepeta laughed, leaning back against the couch. Her comment had struck the exact nerve she expected, knowing her former master was stuck between not wanting to feel old and not wanting to appear inexperienced for his age. “Purrhaps you are not uncivilized, but you are purretty old Khotet, so I have to be careful, you might start forgetting stuff soon if I don’t keep reminding you.” She continued to tease, taking a sip from her tea as her former master grumbled to himself. Curling her legs up under her, she settled down, watching as he drank his tea. Despite her playful words, she really did care about Khotet. Feeling quite comfortable in her spot, she skillfully balanced her mug between her knees and lifted a pastry from the plate with the force. Cupping her hand to catch any crumbs, she took small bites from the sweet and washed it down with tea. 

His expression really did make the joke priceless, each layer of information furthering the growing look of disapproval. She knew he only wanted what was best of her, after all their relationship mirrored that of father and daughter more than master and pupil. The pair had always been close from the start, Nepeta had taken an instant liking to the giant white wookiee, even more so than the other children who had been assigned to his care. Other Jedi would recount tales of how she would hide behind or cling to his legs when feeling shy. To this day, she would argue it was because she was trying to blend into her surrounding during a covert mission, rather than admitting she had been anything other than rambunctious as a child. His words flowing through her mind brought her back to the present moment. She lifted her tea cup to her mouth, giving herself more time to formulate a response to his touching words. 

“Of course, I’d be able to tame even the most wild of hearts.” Nepeta said with a smile, leaning over to set down her near empty mug on the coffee table. “But in all honestly, there is no reason to be concerned, their is currently no one in my life in that sort of capacity, romantically or casually.” She scooped up the kitten that had just emerged from under the couch, obviously still sleepy from its nap. “Really, you should be more worried about your former padawan ending up as a crazy cat lady.” Nepeta said, making fun of herself with ease as she held up the kitten to show him. Rolling her eyes, she released the cat, letting the creature run off again. “You can’t preach your youth and then pull the I’m getting old card in one sitting.” She complaining, leaning back on the couch arm so that she could playfully shove her foot against his leg as Khotet laughed loudly. 

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How Fur We’ve Come

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Khotet nodded slightly moving over to sit down on the couch, he rested comfortably, hearing a few of the animals his former student kept around. The primal call of his nature looked at the creatures as if they were meat, having very few uses for pets when one was essentially their own hunting dog. However, he knew how much each of them meant to Nepeta, so while he didn’t need their companionship, he knew that Nepeta enjoyed having them around. So the cats could stay, didn’t mean they didn’t look tasty…

Silence the beast, live with honor. Silence the beast, live with honor.

The words repeated inside Khotet’s mind, as he let out a slow breath. He placed his hands on his lap as he focused on his words and the soft drum like quality they placed inside of his brain as a way of soothing his naturally savage spirit. He’d learned at a very young age the dangers of letting his feelings cloud his morals and he was not about to relive those memories. The albino now used those words to make sure that he would never lose control of his higher functions, it was also a rather solid way of teaching younglings the basics of controlling their emotions.

As Nepeta asked about what kind of tea, he gave a small chuckle, scratching at his chin. <<Any sort of berry flavor you have, as usual. My thanks, dear.>> Khotet wasn’t really that old by Wookie standards, however, he was easily old enough to be Nepeta’s grandfather, so from time to time he made soft quips like that which made him seem about as old as he actually was. It was odd, the Wookie’s mental voice was probably of a man in his mid fifties, however Khotet himself was well over two hundred years old, in truth he didn’t actually know where he’d picked the voice that he spoke in common up from, but it was just sort of something he’d been living with for the past hundred years or so.

Looking around, he thought for a moment or two, <<So, you’ve been keeping up with your duties? Made sure to keep up with your training as well?>> He questioned, while he knew that it’d be hard for Nepeta NOT to train her body, he did know that she preferred hand to hand combat. While he didn’t stop this trait, he did try to push her a bit more towards training in the ways of the lightsaber. Letting out a soft sigh, he raised a hand up to scratch at some of the hair on the left side of his head, a few soft clacking sounds could be heard from the beads that dangled from his fur.

<<My apologies, I shouldn’t nag, I just only with to further your growth. You understand of course?>> Khotet questioned, looking over at his former student, his wisened eyes making sure he hadn’t offended her. Though she’d notice that he was currently running through one of the sweets with one of his claws, hanging it from the end of his finger and chewing on the far end of what appeared to be some sort of pastry with some sort of glaze. His mouth had small sprinkles coating the outside of his lips the sprinkles lingering on his fur, he was quite a messy eater.

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Shifting through the assorted box of tea bags, she searched for something that Khotet would enjoy. He had a fondness for natural flavors, such as berry, which she found too sweet for her own taste; however, she always had a tea her former master would enjoy. Traveling the galaxy for the Jedi order, Nepeta often picked up unique and strange tea leaves, which is why the box held a conglomeration of options. Many times, she would up with unpalatable drinks, but there were also instances where she discovered great new flavors. Letting out a low, thoughtful hum she pulled out the tea she had been looking for, a mixed berry brew. “Here, you should like this.” She said, closing the box, the two wooden halves shutting with a sharp claking sound. Leaning over, Nepeta picked up the larger cup, depositing the tea bag into the hot water. Holding onto the tag, she dunked the bag until the water had seeped through, dragging the tea bag towards the bottom of the mug and starting to change the color. “Give it at least three minutes to steep.” She instructed, holding out the cup to Khotet and eyeing him to make sure he actually waited. The proper preparation was very important to her and she needed to ensure the tea was brewed to perfection.

Settling the box onto the coffee table, Nepeta picked up her own cup. She took a hesitant sip, trying to not burn herself on the hot liquid. So many times she forgot to wait for her tea to cool, scalding her tongue and mouth. Nepeta got comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs up so they were curled under her. She rolled her eyes over his nagging, even now that she was no longer his student he was checking to make sure that she was doing what she was supposed to. “Yes, yes, purrlease, of course, I am keeping up with my duties and my training.” She replied, with out pout. Did he really think so little of her that he honestly thought she would fail to accomplish her responsibilities?

Hand to hand combat was very important to the Echani, it was more than just a fight, it was a method of communication. To truly know another, to understand them, you had to fight them. Nepeta fought to express herself, even if her partner didn’t understand the language she was using. When her training had resumed, Khotet had not initially understood her desire to fight. He had tried to deny her physical unarmed combat, believing it was to emotional and she needed to detach herself, fighting instead with a light saber. While she learned and was more than proficient with a standard saber, it always felt like something was missing. Fighting with Khotet felt like talking to a concert wall, she never got anything back. It was rather distressing, to so fully loose a method of communication, to feel like every day she was talking to no one, that she eventually broke down. Admitting that their was an issue was the first step in fixing it. To this day, Nepeta was unsure he really understood her need for unarmed combat, but he had shifted her teaching to include it for her. The first time they really fought, just fists and nothing else, the fight had ended with a Nepeta shaped hole in the wall. She had been sore for over a week, but she smiled like a fool through it all. 

“Anyway, we aren’t even supposed to be talking about work.” Nepeta scolded, sipping her tea. “Today is all about just catching up on things outside of the Jedi order, missions, and training.” She wagged her finger, putting on a mock look of disapproval. She couldn’t keep the act up for long though, laughing cheerfully when she noticed the sprinkles and crumbs collected in his fur. “You are such a messy eater, I swear, I’m going to find remnants of food in my couch for weeks after this.” She teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

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Her teacher shook his head slightly, devouring the rest of the pastry, taking a small napkin he wiped his lips off to remove the offending sprinkles. While not exactly the most dainty of individuals he tried to keep himself a bit more civilized than some beast that didn’t clean up after themselves. As she explained that he needed to let his tea steep, he gave a small almost offending looking glare, speaking in his wookie tongue “I’ve been Jedi for more than a hundred year, I can wait for tea.” He shook his head slightly, puffing out his chest a bit. This whole allowing pride into himself was still an odd thing for Khotet, years ago such things were trained out of him, to go back to them was…interesting.

The Wookie nodded his head, <<Well, then do tell me about how you’ve been. Any boys I should be worried about?>> Khotet knew that he wouldn’t have to worry about the girl, she’d survived a bare handed fight with a Wookie, a simple boy would do her little harm. However, as her adopted father, he took the matter of Nepeta’s romantic interests very seriously. While he was trained not to fall in love he was not about to subject Nepeta to those same trappings, he understood now better than ever perhaps that things like caging your emotions often ended up worse than maintaining them and releasing them slowly.

The idea of being in love was so very strange to Khotet a few years prior, the idea of having something fill your heart so fully that you need only care for that one thing. However when his young student saved his life, he realized just how many forms love could take, not all of them were impure, he gained a greater understanding of how these feelings could be so very dangerous at the same time. He owed Nepeta what his people referred to as a life debt and would stay at her side when she called him, regardless of who was the teacher and who was the student, tho the lines often became hazy.

<<Or perhaps a girl you might be interested in?>> Khotet couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the thought, it wasn’t that he doubted his daughter couldn’t gain the hand of a beautiful young maiden, it may or may not have happened prior. He’d caught her sneaking out of another female student’s room late one night when she had just returned from her parent’s clutches, he loved reminding her of such moments purely to get a small reaction out of the girl, regardless of how she ended up Khotet would love her all the same.

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Nepeta scowled and shook her head, quickly shooting back, “You might have been a Jedi fur hundred of years, but you still purractically have the table manners of a five year old human.” Using the force, she flicked a sprinkle back at his face in retaliation, knowing full well that she was acting childish. It was quite easy to fall back into familial relationship with Khotet, even after not seeing him for long periods of time or only briefly in passing due to missions and duties. He might have been her master for years, but he had also become a father figure, especially after she fought with her parents and ran away to rejoin the jedi order. “And, this is good tea. I wouldn’t want you consuming it at sub par steeping levels.” She added, lifting the cup to her mouth and then quietly muttering, “Plus if you are so old, we wouldn’t want you burning your mouth on hot tea gramps.” Nepeta knew that his ears would pick up her words with ease, his hearing more acute than an average humanoid race. 

As she took a sip from her tea, Khotet’s words caught her off guard and caused her to choke on the hot beverage. Hastily placing the cup down on the table, she coughed and tried to clear her throat. It wasn’t that the idea of her finding someone she was interested in was so absurd, but rather the incessant teasing and awkward fatherly encouragement that would result if she were to every bring someone home. Not to mention the wookiee death stares. He still didn’t let her live down the fact that he had caught her sneaking out of another student’s room. Taking a few deep breath, she glared at her former master, who was looking much to smug over her reaction. Oh, there was no way she was letting him get away freely with that. Nepeta wasn’t the best at lying, but she could cover her normal tells well enough to at least trick him for a little while, even if she wasn’t able to keep it up very long.

“Yes, now that you mention it...” She trailed off, making herself shift awkwardly in her seat. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this, but uh, there are actually a few individuals you should be worrying about, all of rather nefarious means, you should be very worried indeed.” Nepeta started to laugh toward the end of the sentence, unable to keep a serious look as she talked, especially not with the face he was making. “Alright, alright, I can’t-” She leaned back against the couch, laughing more. Fighting to get a full breath, she shook her head. “I’m just joking, you should have seen the look on your face for a moment there.” She shook her head, calming back down. “No, there is pawsitively no one you need to worry about.” Nepeta assured him, leaning forward to pick her tea cup up once more.     

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How Fur We’ve Come

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Khotet nodded slightly moving over to sit down on the couch, he rested comfortably, hearing a few of the animals his former student kept around. The primal call of his nature looked at the creatures as if they were meat, having very few uses for pets when one was essentially their own hunting dog. However, he knew how much each of them meant to Nepeta, so while he didn’t need their companionship, he knew that Nepeta enjoyed having them around. So the cats could stay, didn’t mean they didn’t look tasty…

Silence the beast, live with honor. Silence the beast, live with honor.

The words repeated inside Khotet’s mind, as he let out a slow breath. He placed his hands on his lap as he focused on his words and the soft drum like quality they placed inside of his brain as a way of soothing his naturally savage spirit. He’d learned at a very young age the dangers of letting his feelings cloud his morals and he was not about to relive those memories. The albino now used those words to make sure that he would never lose control of his higher functions, it was also a rather solid way of teaching younglings the basics of controlling their emotions.

As Nepeta asked about what kind of tea, he gave a small chuckle, scratching at his chin. <<Any sort of berry flavor you have, as usual. My thanks, dear.>> Khotet wasn’t really that old by Wookie standards, however, he was easily old enough to be Nepeta’s grandfather, so from time to time he made soft quips like that which made him seem about as old as he actually was. It was odd, the Wookie’s mental voice was probably of a man in his mid fifties, however Khotet himself was well over two hundred years old, in truth he didn’t actually know where he’d picked the voice that he spoke in common up from, but it was just sort of something he’d been living with for the past hundred years or so.

Looking around, he thought for a moment or two, <<So, you’ve been keeping up with your duties? Made sure to keep up with your training as well?>> He questioned, while he knew that it’d be hard for Nepeta NOT to train her body, he did know that she preferred hand to hand combat. While he didn’t stop this trait, he did try to push her a bit more towards training in the ways of the lightsaber. Letting out a soft sigh, he raised a hand up to scratch at some of the hair on the left side of his head, a few soft clacking sounds could be heard from the beads that dangled from his fur.

<<My apologies, I shouldn’t nag, I just only with to further your growth. You understand of course?>> Khotet questioned, looking over at his former student, his wisened eyes making sure he hadn’t offended her. Though she’d notice that he was currently running through one of the sweets with one of his claws, hanging it from the end of his finger and chewing on the far end of what appeared to be some sort of pastry with some sort of glaze. His mouth had small sprinkles coating the outside of his lips the sprinkles lingering on his fur, he was quite a messy eater.

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Shifting through the assorted box of tea bags, she searched for something that Khotet would enjoy. He had a fondness for natural flavors, such as berry, which she found too sweet for her own taste; however, she always had a tea her former master would enjoy. Traveling the galaxy for the Jedi order, Nepeta often picked up unique and strange tea leaves, which is why the box held a conglomeration of options. Many times, she would up with unpalatable drinks, but there were also instances where she discovered great new flavors. Letting out a low, thoughtful hum she pulled out the tea she had been looking for, a mixed berry brew. “Here, you should like this.” She said, closing the box, the two wooden halves shutting with a sharp claking sound. Leaning over, Nepeta picked up the larger cup, depositing the tea bag into the hot water. Holding onto the tag, she dunked the bag until the water had seeped through, dragging the tea bag towards the bottom of the mug and starting to change the color. “Give it at least three minutes to steep.” She instructed, holding out the cup to Khotet and eyeing him to make sure he actually waited. The proper preparation was very important to her and she needed to ensure the tea was brewed to perfection.

Settling the box onto the coffee table, Nepeta picked up her own cup. She took a hesitant sip, trying to not burn herself on the hot liquid. So many times she forgot to wait for her tea to cool, scalding her tongue and mouth. Nepeta got comfortable on the couch, tucking her legs up so they were curled under her. She rolled her eyes over his nagging, even now that she was no longer his student he was checking to make sure that she was doing what she was supposed to. “Yes, yes, purrlease, of course, I am keeping up with my duties and my training.” She replied, with out pout. Did he really think so little of her that he honestly thought she would fail to accomplish her responsibilities?

Hand to hand combat was very important to the Echani, it was more than just a fight, it was a method of communication. To truly know another, to understand them, you had to fight them. Nepeta fought to express herself, even if her partner didn’t understand the language she was using. When her training had resumed, Khotet had not initially understood her desire to fight. He had tried to deny her physical unarmed combat, believing it was to emotional and she needed to detach herself, fighting instead with a light saber. While she learned and was more than proficient with a standard saber, it always felt like something was missing. Fighting with Khotet felt like talking to a concert wall, she never got anything back. It was rather distressing, to so fully loose a method of communication, to feel like every day she was talking to no one, that she eventually broke down. Admitting that their was an issue was the first step in fixing it. To this day, Nepeta was unsure he really understood her need for unarmed combat, but he had shifted her teaching to include it for her. The first time they really fought, just fists and nothing else, the fight had ended with a Nepeta shaped hole in the wall. She had been sore for over a week, but she smiled like a fool through it all. 

“Anyway, we aren’t even supposed to be talking about work.” Nepeta scolded, sipping her tea. “Today is all about just catching up on things outside of the Jedi order, missions, and training.” She wagged her finger, putting on a mock look of disapproval. She couldn’t keep the act up for long though, laughing cheerfully when she noticed the sprinkles and crumbs collected in his fur. “You are such a messy eater, I swear, I’m going to find remnants of food in my couch for weeks after this.” She teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

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How Fur We’ve Come

Nepeta placed the kettle down on the stove, turning on the burner to begin heating water for tea. Shortly after becoming a Jedi Knight she had moved into a one bedroom apartment located in the New Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It was small, but it was home and it was all her own. Many people might find the space too cramped, but Nepeta found it cozy and it was all she needed. After all, she was rarely in the space during the day and was often off planet participating in Jedi missions, so the space was more than sufficient. The front door opened into a kitchenette and living room combination, which was the only common space in the apartment.  Off of the main room, was the bedroom and small bathroom. The space was filled with small keepsakes from different planets she had visited and the walls were custom painted, covered with murals and small scenes.  

The Jedi Knight hummed to herself, arranging a plate of cookies to accompany the tea she was preparing. She had bought the sweets earlier today, as much as she would have liked to make them from scratch, baking was not one of her skills. Using the force, Nepeta lifted the tea set and snack platter, moving the dishes over to the table, while she turned her attention back to the kettle, which was now whistling. Turning the burner off, she carried the last of the things over by hand. The Echani woman was rather fond of tea, finding the hot beverage rather relaxing and an excellent drink to have over casual conversation.  Leaning over, Nepeta picked up the small kitten scampering underfoot. Cooing at the small creature, she smiled brightly and sat down on the couch. During her travels, she often happened upon stray cats. Nobody could convince the Knight to leave the animals behind, not even Khotet had been able to convince her to do so while she was his student. If there was time, she would try to find someone to take care of the cats on the planet, but many of the cats wound up coming back to Coruscant with her. Nepeta did her best to find a Jedi or a citizen to take in the animal, however, until she could find each a good home, they all lived in the apartment with her.

Dangling a length of string above the kittens head, Nepeta kept both herself and the cat entertained. Shortly after, a knock on the door sent her scrambling. Letting out an excited yelp that her guest was here, Nepeta crossed the room quickly and tossed open the door, revealing the tall albino wookie on the other side. “Khotet!” She cried out happily, launching herself at the Jedi Master and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. A large smile on her face, she refused to let go for a full minute. Of course, she still saw her former master on a semi regular basis, but that was mostly when they were out on official Jedi business. So, today was all about catching up in a more relaxed manner.

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A lot had changed for Khotet in the past few years, a new order had been founded after the wars, he’d been placed as a Jedi Master of all things, teaching the future generations the teachings of the old as well as some of the new. He’d begun searching the Universe for those who were strong enough in the force to be able to learn, and those long since lost in time to bring forth their lessons as well. It had been a busy few years indeed. However, today was something special, he had a few days to relax on Coruscant before he went off his next outing. So the Wookie decided to schedule a get together with one of his former students. A Echani woman named Nepeta.

Nepeta had always been sort of a close student, always climbing all over him as a child, and now as an adult she was still fairly attached to her former Master. Khotet looked at her like the daughter he’d never had in a way, he wished only the best for her. In truth, Nepeta was a sort of light for Khotet, having seen so much darkness in his past, it was truly refreshing to have someone as radiant as Nepeta. Sure, she was a tad more emotional than the Wookie would like her to be, and…yes, she was a lot more reckless than he’d like, however there was this vibrant nature to do good in her and he truly loved that spark.

So when he’d heard that Nepeta would be free on one of the days he’d be stuck on the planet, they’d made plans, he’d come over to her apartment, they’d have tea and chat about a few things. It’d been awhile since he’d seen her, a few galactic months or so, nothing too terribly bad. However, Khotet was sort of at a loss for what to bring his former student. She’d informed him that she’d make tea and have sweets ready, but he would feel terrible if he didn’t bring her something at the very least. It wasn’t like Khotet didn’t have the funds to purchase something for them to enjoy. So after a few hours of searching a local Coruscant grocery, he decided to just bring some vegetables, it was something light and easy he was sure she wouldn’t mind to terribly much.

So, as the great white Wookie walked up to his former student’s door he carefully pushed the buzzer for the door. He stood there draped in a soft brown and beige cloak which hung loosely on his rather large body. In all honesty he was going to have to duck to get under the door, however he’d been in Nepeta’s apartment before, and so long as he didn’t step into the kitchen, he should be safe. His thoughts were cut off as the Echani opened the door launching herself towards her former teacher. He almost dropped the vegetables, carefully balancing them in one hand while wrapping the other around the young woman, giving out a content sounding roar which essentially translated to, “Hello Friend! Happy to see you as well!” Carrying her inside he placed the vegetables off to the side on a small table of some sort for later before properly wrapping his arms around Nepeta.

<<It has been too long, how have you been?>> The words flowed into Nepeta’s mind rather than from Khotet’s mouth, he knew Nepeta could understand the majority of his language however he still preferred to speak this way, he always preferred how basic sounded, made him sound less primitive in a way? He supposed it was sort of a pride thing on his part but didn’t think much about it.

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Nepeta laughed happily, sinking into his thick, white fur as she hugged her former master. When she was younger, she had been able to fully bury herself under his fur with just the top of her head poking out, which, rather conveniently, didn’t matter as her white hair blended in easily. While she could no longer hide in his fur, that didn’t stop her from launching herself at Khotet whenever the opportunity presented itself. As he carried her inside the apartment, she forced pushed the door closed behind them, not wanting to give the cats a chance to bolt outside. It might be amusing from an outside perspective to watch a fully trained Jedi Knight chase down cats, she very much preferred to spending the next thirty minutes following the cats around the Jedi Temple. She could force grab them, but not many animals were accustomed to the feeling and it left the poor pets spooked, which she very much tried to avoid. 

Letting out a content sigh, she perked up as she heard something being set down on the table.  The words flowed easily into her mind, although she couldn’t currently respond, unless she wanted a mouth full of wookie hair. Wiggling around until she was able to pop her head up, she smiled brightly. “I’ve been good!” She said, with an affirmative nod of her head “What about you? How have you been?” Nepeta asked in response, looking around to see what Khotet had brought with him. Vegetables, well to be fair, she often did forget to buy greens. She wasn’t in the apartment often enough to keep her kitchen fully stocked, in fact, what she had the most of was cat food. Not for herself, of course, but for the copious number of cats and kittens that passed through her apartment before being found homes. 

She continued to wiggle about until she squirmed out of his arms, feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. “So I have tea and sweets.” Nepeta said, padding over to the table she gestured for the Jedi Master to sit on the couch since there was no way he’d properly fit at her table and was more likely to simply break the chairs. She picked up the kettle, pouring hot water into two cups, one of which was significantly larger than the other. “What kind of tea would you like?” She asked, grabbing a bag of Earl Gray before lifting the assorted box of tea and moving it over to Khotet with the force as she continued preparing. Walking over, she joined him on the couch, setting both mugs down on the coffee table next to the plate of treats.  

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How Fur We’ve Come

Nepeta placed the kettle down on the stove, turning on the burner to begin heating water for tea. Shortly after becoming a Jedi Knight she had moved into a one bedroom apartment located in the New Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It was small, but it was home and it was all her own. Many people might find the space too cramped, but Nepeta found it cozy and it was all she needed. After all, she was rarely in the space during the day and was often off planet participating in Jedi missions, so the space was more than sufficient. The front door opened into a kitchenette and living room combination, which was the only common space in the apartment.  Off of the main room, was the bedroom and small bathroom. The space was filled with small keepsakes from different planets she had visited and the walls were custom painted, covered with murals and small scenes.  

The Jedi Knight hummed to herself, arranging a plate of cookies to accompany the tea she was preparing. She had bought the sweets earlier today, as much as she would have liked to make them from scratch, baking was not one of her skills. Using the force, Nepeta lifted the tea set and snack platter, moving the dishes over to the table, while she turned her attention back to the kettle, which was now whistling. Turning the burner off, she carried the last of the things over by hand. The Echani woman was rather fond of tea, finding the hot beverage rather relaxing and an excellent drink to have over casual conversation.  Leaning over, Nepeta picked up the small kitten scampering underfoot. Cooing at the small creature, she smiled brightly and sat down on the couch. During her travels, she often happened upon stray cats. Nobody could convince the Knight to leave the animals behind, not even Khotet had been able to convince her to do so while she was his student. If there was time, she would try to find someone to take care of the cats on the planet, but many of the cats wound up coming back to Coruscant with her. Nepeta did her best to find a Jedi or a citizen to take in the animal, however, until she could find each a good home, they all lived in the apartment with her.

Dangling a length of string above the kittens head, Nepeta kept both herself and the cat entertained. Shortly after, a knock on the door sent her scrambling. Letting out an excited yelp that her guest was here, Nepeta crossed the room quickly and tossed open the door, revealing the tall albino wookie on the other side. “Khotet!” She cried out happily, launching herself at the Jedi Master and wrapping her arms around him in a hug. A large smile on her face, she refused to let go for a full minute. Of course, she still saw her former master on a semi regular basis, but that was mostly when they were out on official Jedi business. So, today was all about catching up in a more relaxed manner.